"Ah, the cattle a loweth because Roger the Divine art making jokes with them and should putteth copyright on his divine jokes less the cattle do spread the jokes like mad cows doeth" sayeth Brian the Wise and All Knowledgeable on copyright.
"Ye art sick Brian the Wise" sayeth John the Mysterious and did turn his back and peereth through the barndoor once more. "He art not telling jokes but 'tis verily interesting to watcheth".
"oooohhhh, let me, let me" squealeth the Lord God Freddie Mercury and did pusheth John the Mysterious into the patcheth of onions "oooooooh, he art naughty!! Roger!! Roger the Divine!! Leaveth that oxen alone and come hither. Thou art needed for much thinking on the next journey of the Rainbow Worrier and all who sail in her".

"Not yetteth" calleth Roger the Divine "I art not comingeth just yet".
"Pulleth thy finger out Roger the Divine for we art waiting for thee to help us with our ponderings".
"'Tis not my fin..., oh never mindeth, the moment is losteth for now" sigheth Roger the Divine. "I art coming out now".

The Gods seated thyselves atop large hay bales and Brian the Wise did speak unto them with much thought and knowledge.

"So dear Gods
We sitteth upon
Hay bales large
Enough for our bums
We dare not fart
For the hay is flammable
So 'tis time to think
And think we must.
'Tis time for us
To spread more word
The Queeble lessons
Need to be heard
But where do we go
And who do we see?
'Tis our quandry
'Tis our quandry"

"London" sayeth John the Mysterious.
"Right, that's that then, eheth? I'll begatting back to the barn now" and Roger the Divine did shooteth through and lock the barn door.
The cattle did begin a lowing once moreth.

And henceforth the Rainbow Worrier and all who sail in her and with her began the long and arduous journey up the River Thames and did dock as near as possible to the Grand Concert Hall and did cause a riot of Greenpeace protesters who did not knoweth that Pavarotti the Fat Arsed Whale was indeed a pet of the Gods and not there as Albacore Tuna bait.

"Whoforeart doth wanteth some fish and chips for dinner?" sayeth the Lord God Freddie Mercury over the muffled sound of cattle lowing, "and where art Roger hiding his pet oxen tonight?"

"The pet oxen is hiding whereforeart Roger the Divine is hiding as neither has been seen hither nor yonder since we docked" sayeth Brian the Wise. "That which we cannot undo cannot be undoneth and therefore we shall all partake of the delights of fish and chips for we eat simply when we art at home on the Rainbow Worrier and fish and chips are simple food. Pleaseth to requesteth the cook to maketh my fish vegetarian Lord God Freddie Mercury for I art unable to eateth of the lovely little fishies".

"Oh Brian the Wise I shall ensure thee eateth only of the fake fish for thou art vegetarian and pollutants shall not cross thy lips".

"Couldst thou add a little caviar in with the chips though Lord God Freddie Mercury?" requesteth Brian the Wise.

And John the Mysterious did roll his eyes heavenward and listeneth with his mind for the voice of Jim the Beach to laugh with him.

"Well if Roger the Divine doesn't come out of hiding soon, there wilt be no fish nor chips for he" and the Gods did agree to forget Roger the Divine for this meal and for this meal only did the Gods forget Roger the Divine for Roger the Divine did cause the Gods to forgeteth him for the duration of this meal.

And as the sun doth set the taste of the fish and the chips and the caviar did settle upon the Gods, excepteth for Roger the Divine who had not partaken of the meal, and the taste did moveth downward to the stomachs of the Gods and did grip their intestines into small tight balls which did try to forcefully expel themselves from the bowels of the Gods and did cause much rumbling and moaning and noxious gases and small cosmos to begat themselves.

The cattle did stop a lowing and Roger the Divine did appear and did sayeth unto the Gods "Whateth is that ghastly smell and whosoever art going to perform at the Great Concert Hall tonight to spread the word of the Queeble if thou art all making moaning and groaning noises and small cosmoses?"

"You are" moaneth John the Mysterious.

"Great will be the Concert by me and great will I spreadeth the word of the Queeble for this art my big chance and my big chance this art and so I will be off now and will stand before the assemblage and will do as a God of my stature should do".

And Roger the Divine did henceforth head toward the Great Concert Hall at haste.

"Your fly art undone" calleth the Lord God Freddie Mercury but Roger the Divine did not harken the words as the cattle were lowing.